A Vampire's Morning Tale
By Sprite
******* The hush of night gives way to the rooster scratching, waiting for the tepid light of sun rising, too soon he will crow. Wretched clock, dragging time screaming into the light when I am otherwise occupied with blood, and need the hollow moments of the night. Ancient warnings foretold that the light of God's day would undo creatures such as me, pulled away from earth to feed, but here I am caught in the rays I see. Curse the dawn! Curse those who live in joy inside of day their joy will be my death today. Blinding, searing, staggering light that nurtures other things, shafts shooting down will consume my might. A fire inside my mind burning, spreading blight and, trying my best to fight, I cannot resist the draw of the orb of light illuminating Sizzling hot! No, this cannot be. I am destined to live forever... But, with the sighing of a breeze, I am free, swept away by the wind.Written April 7th, 2002 © on Apr 07 2002 05:02 AM PST, Joyce other
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